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The Only Way to Win 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-25 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)Title: The Only Way to Win
Characters: Pretty much everyone
Relationships: Het and slash
Kinks: Crack, robosex
Series: Mojave Rapelord (I am so, so sorry)
Warnings: While there is no actual noncon in this story, the term "Mojave Rapelord" is thrown around a lot, and Vulpes being a creepy, sexist bastard is played for laughs. I know it's all tasteless, and I don't want to trigger anyone.
New Vegas was the place to be, and for the Courier, it provided the most pleasant existence she had imagined possible in the desert. Sure, she had to earn her keep with Mr. House by going out and performing life-threatening jobs, but she could always take her time. On a brisk New Vegas night with a starry sky, the future of the wasteland was the last thing on her mind.
She wasn't the only one in a good mood, either. Boone was curled up on one of the couches with Cass, telling her that she was the only one who truly understood him, and Cass was using it as an opportunity to feel him up. The Tops was loud with a party being thrown for Butch Deloria, who was telling fans about the time he totally banged that Paladin chick. As for the Courier herself, she'd spent the night with the King, and still had a bounce in her step as she walked back home.
It was because of her good mood that she didn't notice Vulpes Inculta until he was face to face with her.
"What is the meaning of this?" he snarled.
"Um...what?"
"Ask anyone in the Mojave and they will tell you that I have ravished more maidens and terrorized more wives than the rest of the desert combined!"
There really wasn't much you could say to that. The Courier tried her best anyway.
"...good for you?"
"And yet you and the other conquered females remain with the former title-holder! I know the match was a fraud- that greased peacock could never truly vanquish a woman as I or the sniper can!"
The Courier had a sinking feeling she knew where this was going.
"Is this about that Mojave Rapelord thing? Are people still talking about that?"
"Relay this to your master: I challenge him and his supposed successor! There will be no false match this time, and the winner will claim the spoils!"
As Vulpes turned and marched away, the Courier had only one thought in her head.
Not this shit again...
Re: The Only Way to Win 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-25 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)This is an amazing start, anon! Never stop. <3
Re: The Only Way to Win 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-26 06:31 am (UTC)(link)Re: The Only Way to Win 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-01-28 02:36 am (UTC)(link)My jaw dropped. I had to pick it up off the fucking floor.
I'm in love with you AA.
Re: The Only Way to Win 12/12
(Anonymous) 2013-03-01 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)"It means you all lose. All of you, and especially me for wasting my time." The Courier was not in an indulgent mood, and the sight of Boone, Butch and Vulpes standing awkwardly in front of her had gone from amusing to irritating. Lest she forget, there were actual battles to be planned and deals to be negotiated, and the more time she spent on stupid contests, the more explaining she had to do to Mr. House.
"What about the harem?" Vulpes snapped.
"For the last time, I'm not a member of Boone's harem! And even if I was, I've got an army of securitrons which says I'm not going anywhere. If someone is foolish enough to want to be part of your harem, she can damn well go to you herself."
With that, the Courier turned and walked back inside the casino. Boone followed with a sheepish expression on his face, and sat down by the window. She wondered if he was trying to line up a shot while Vulpes' back was turned, but he didn't seem to have any weapons drawn. He might have been a great sniper, but he wasn't exactly the fastest gun in the west.
For her part, the Courier poured herself a drink and looked forward to a future completely free of the phrase 'Mojave Rapelord.'
Outside she could hear the Securitrons clanking about, but paid them little mind.
"Well," said Boone, "that's something you don't see every day."
Knowing she would regret it, the Courier joined him by the window. Butch was already gone, but Vulpes Inculta could still be seen walking down the road. He was doing his best to blend into the crowd, but that was hard to do when you were being followed by a huge, creaking robot.
"Is that...?"
It was. FISTO followed closely behind the spy despite his most determined efforts to shake it. In fact, a small crowd was gathering to watch.
"MASTER," It groaned in an awful screeching tone. "WHERE YOU GO, I GO. YOU HAVE SHOWN ME MY TRUE NATURE, AND THOUGH YOU RUN FROM ME I WILL BE YOUR DEVOTED SLAVE. DO NOT DENY THE LOVE WE HAVE FOUND!"
"Guess we do have a harem winner," said the Courier. "For what it's worth."
Boone nodded.
"I sure feel stupid knowing that was the prize after all."
"I guess it's like the old saying goes." The Courier went to retrieve her drink. "The only way to win is not to play."
Re: The Only Way to Win 12/12
(Anonymous) 2013-03-01 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)